The Blood Moon hovered on the brink of total eclipse, its crimson glow turning the battlefield into something otherworldly. Layla stood at the heart of it all, her aura surging with power as the air crackled with unseen energy. Every wolf, ally and enemy alike, felt the shift, the command that radiated from her very essence.
Then, with a single breath, she unleashed it.
A wave of energy erupted from her core, rolling outward in an unstoppable surge. The rampaging abominations, twisted wolves corrupted by dark magic, halted mid-motion. Their snarls died in their throats, their monstrous forms trembling as if trapped between instincts and an unbreakable force.
Silence followed, stretching long and uncertain. Then gasps. Murmurs. The eyes of every wolf in the arena turned to Layla in stunn
